'32 THE POPCORN SOCIETY 



"What docs the corn look like when it has 

 broken through its hard shell and has conic out 

 in its dainty white dress?" asked the mother- 

 captain. 



"I think it looks like a blossom on the old pear 

 tree," shyly ventured thoughtful Lizbeth. 



'"Don't you think it looks more like little 

 snowballs?" asked Polly. 



"Snowballs!" quickly exclaimed practical 

 Mary Goodwin ; "I guess you could not cook 

 snowballs." 



"It looks like something to cat, anyway," 

 said Nancy's brother Harry; and as the big 

 white dish was then full of the feathery corn, 

 it Avas decided to change the order of exercises. 

 A little butter and salt were added to the fluffy 

 corn flakes, white as snow and pretty as pear- 

 tree blossoms, and the feast began. 



"Where in the world is Quiltam Qualter?" 

 asked Nancy, who dearly loved cats. "Of course 

 she must belong to the Popcorn Society." 



Opening the sitting-room door, Nancy found 

 the old gray cat patiently waiting outside for 

 an invitation. 



"You dear old thing !" gushed Nancy. "Why 

 did we forget you? She can belong, can't she. 



